No One Loves a Quiter
18 May 2009 | St. Martin
Witch's Tit
May 18
Woke up this morning without refrigeration. Wind instrument had already bid adieu. Local frig guy couldn't get by until late day and, based on dining costs, figured to clean out the kitty. Windlass controller works sporadically due to corrosion, lazarette is accumulating soot from possible exhaust leak and several other things need attention, reference previously mentioned maintenance free socializing, plus departed lagoon earlier than originally planned. Oh yeah, north swell will be kicking donkey until Friday. Conceded a message from God, so returned to St. Martin to work out kinks in best location.
Arrived at anchor by Witch's Tit (did not make it up) in time to arrange for Adler-Barbour maintenance and head to all-you-can-eat ribs at floating two-mast restaurant. Ate more than that.
Met two visiting couples at dinner who thought cruising was unending pina colada sunsets. Explained to them that they were wrong. Sunsets occasionally accompanied by rum punch or beer. Tonight was wine.
Still forming personal zeitgeist for this lifestyle. Hard to be mellow without being torpid. Hard to be conscientious without missing the fun.
Jack